Jiang Man made a circuit of Shuihe City before finally knocking on the door of a house tucked away in a corner.
A dark-skinned, skeletal couple lived there.
Both looked worried when they saw the visitors.
"Immortals?" the man weaving a basket asked softly.
As far as they knew, anyone dressed so cleanly had to be an Immortal.
Jiang Man looked around. "Where did you live before?"
The two watched Jiang Man and the others warily.
Then the man said, "We've always lived here."
"Is that so?" Jiang Man glanced into the inner room. "Then the person inside doesn't live here, does he? Could you ask him to come out and talk?"
The two immediately grew flustered.
"We don't know what you're talking about, Immortal," the frail woman said.
Zhuo Qingcheng frowned. "You're already calling us Immortals. Do you think we know or not?"
"Don't make things difficult for them." A weak voice came from inside.
A middle-aged man walked out.
He looked at Jiang Man and the others, regret showing in his eyes. "I never expected you to find me so quickly. I, Li, thought my concealment skills were decent. I thought I could hide for a while, but I never imagined I'd be exposed already.
"Kill me or cut me to pieces as you please.
"They really didn't know I was hiding here."
Looking at him, Jiang Man could clearly feel that the atmosphere outside was completely different from that in the sect, and even very different from the Cloudfront Office. Even talking to people felt different.
As for the man before him, Jiang Man had detected his aura while making his circuit.
His concealment skills could only be called passable.
In the Wuyun Sect, concealment of this level would be downright crude.
After all, everyone practiced a